9. DEAN

Bones is already waiting outside the tattoo studio, Webs, Ink Steel, when I pull up across the street. I asked him where he gets his tattoos done so I could get my own, of course he couldn’t leave it at that and invited himself along.

It’s a hot day and I can feel myself starting to sweat as soon as I step out of my air conditioned car. My t-shirt and jeans already getting damp with sweat.

Bones gives me a quick nod as I cross the street, he’s wearing tight leather pants and a loose white shirt with half the buttons undone exposing his inked chest and silver chains.

“You must be sweating your balls off in those,” I say, nodding towards his pants.

“It’s the price I pay to look this good.”

“Does it also cover being able to walk in the sunlight?”

He leans back against the shop window as two ladies in short dresses walk by, both of them looking at Bones and his vampirish good looks.

“Eyes on me, Dracula.” I click my fingers and he smirks, dragging his eyes away from the ladies who are now giggling at each other, their heads pressed close as they look back our way.

“I’ve got to deal with double the attention, now you’re taken. I’m just doing you a favor.”

”Yeah, like they were ever looking at me.”

Bones looks like he's about to say something at the same time the bell above the shop door rings as a customer leaves and I grab the door before it closes. “You know what you want done?” he asks as we step inside. I’m sure that’s not what he originally intended to say. I nod, giving him a sly smile.

A low buzzing sound fills the air as another customer gets work done in the studio out back.

A barrel chested man with a thick brown beard and an eyebrow lined with hoops sits behind the front desk. He looks up from his laptop screen as we approach.

Bones greets the man and introduces us. Turns out he’s the owner of the studio, Holt Webber hence the name, Webs, Ink Steel. Apparently Bones got his first tattoo here and has been coming ever since. I’ve lost track of how many he actually has now.

He loves his ink just as much as his jewelry and almost as much as getting his cock wet.

“Bones told me you know what you want. Usually, we sort the piece for you ahead of time. This your first one?” Holt asks.

“Yep. I’ve already got the design ready to go. You won’t even need to bother with a stencil,” I smirk.

“This is your first?” Bones exclaims, his eyebrows shooting up.

“Yeah. I thought you knew that.”

He lifts his shoulders. “I’ve never seen you naked. I assumed you had some hidden somewhere. Why don’t you have any?”

“Never saw the point.” My body’s already a canvas of scars, I get new artwork added to it all the time. Why bother paying for ink when I can’t even feel the process?

“What are you getting done then? No, let me guess. It’s probably one of your emo band logos.”

“One, they’re not emo and two, you listen to the same music as me,” I say, holding my index and middle fingers up to him.

“Yeah but not the whiny vocals you love,” he taunts over his shoulder as he peers into a glass cabinet lined with jewelry for piercings.

Holt clears his throat and I give Bones the biggest smirk before turning back to the artist. “You tattoo cocks?”

“You what now?” Bones splutters and rushes back over to the desk. “You want your first one on your cock? Damn, Dean.” From the way he’s looking at me I know he wants to ask about Willow and how the last time we spoke I admitted how I felt about her. He won’t say anything here. Not in front of someone. I’m sure he’ll ambush me about it later though.

One of Holt’s pierced brows slowly raises but he doesn’t look too surprised by my question. “Yeah. Depends on the tattoo you want and how good you are with pain.”

I hear Bones snort beside me and he mutters, “you have no idea.”

I unzip my jeans and pull them down enough for the root of my cock to be on display. “Can you do this?”

“Are those teeth marks?” Bones cringes as he bends down and gawks at my cock.

“Yep. You can close your mouth now. I know it’s big.”

“If you were anyone else I’d tell you to not go through with this but...wait, this is the first time I’ve seen your cock. This feels like a momentous moment in our friendship. We should celebrate after. You can invite your girl or I can come back to—”

“Not happening,” I say bluntly, shutting that idea down straight away.

He casts me a put out look then shrugs, shoving his thumbs into his pockets and turns to Holt, “is T in? I’ll get a new piercing whilst you manhandle my friend”s junk.”

The man glares at him and says, “he’ll be free in twenty if you want to wait.”

“You’ll do it?” I ask eagerly.

“Yeah, I’ve done weirder,” he sighs, shaking his head as he heads through the door leading to the studio.

“T?” I ask. “What sort of a name is T?”

Bones flops down onto a low leather sofa and rests his ankle over his knee. “What sort of a name is Bones or Carver? His actual name is Trevor but he hates it. So are you really not going to say anything?”

“About what?” I lean my hip against the desk and noticing a loose thread on my shirt I pull at it trying to avoid the line of questioning that’s sure to come next.

“Why there’s a bite on your cock and you’re getting it permanently tattooed onto your body, obviously! First you’re buying her hair care and now you’re getting that.” He gestures to my dick.

I run my tongue over my lower lip as I consider what to say. “Things are going well.” I’m really not sure how to explain any of what I’m feeling. ”She’s…fuck she’s just perfect.” I card my fingers through my hair and I can’t stop myself from smiling.

“Yet she bit your cock,” Bones raises a skeptical brow.

“Yeah no one’s left their mark on me like that before.” I’ve been fucked up plenty and have all the scars to show it but they’re all meaningless. What Willow’s given me feels different. I want every little scratch and bite from her to remain on my skin forever.

“You’re lucky you didn’t feel it. Some whore used too much teeth before and it stung like a motherfucker.”

So lucky.

I’d kill to feel the sting of Willow”s teeth tearing into me.

Holt comes back a few minutes later and we head through with him. T greets us both and Bones introduces us before heading to his workspace and I head to Holt’s station near the frosted-glass window.

Barely thirty minutes later we’re done. “Sat like a pro,” Holt says as he pulls his black latex gloves off with a snap. I go to stand in front of the floor length mirror and admire the red ink circling the base of my cock.

Bones looks up from his phone and catches my shit eating grin in the mirror. He comes to take a look, bending down for a closer inspection.

“You think she’ll like it?” he asks, skeptically.

“You know what, I think she will.” I’m not going to tell her where I’ve been today. I’ll wait for her to discover the tattoo herself. I can already see her shocked face in my mind, how her cheeks will turn bright red and how her teeth will bite into her plump lower lip.

“If you say so.” Bones claps me on the shoulder then shouts, ”dude! Whatever you’re thinking about is giving you one hell of a boner.” I shove him away so he stops staring at my very obvious erection, then head back for Holt to wrap the tattoo up for me and go through aftercare.

“I’d advise you not to get it wet but I’m sure you’ll do what you want anyway. Just don’t blame me if your dick gets infected because you couldn’t keep it in your pants. What did T do for you?” He turns to Bones with his arms crossed.

“Well, I was inspired by my friend here.” Without warning he whips his whole dick out and shows off the silver piercing near the head that’s an angry shade of red.

“Jesus, I don’t need to see any more dick today.” Holt pinches the bridge of his nose before adding, ”you two are all settled so fuck off already.”

Bones laughs as he zips himself up and I push him out of the studio before he annoys Holt anymore. If Holt makes a swing at Bones’s pretty face I won’t hear the end of it.

“So are you going to invite me back to yours?” Bones wiggles his eyebrows at me as he leans on the hood of my car.

“Not a fucking chance.”

When I slide into the drivers seat, Bones taps on the passenger window and says, “I need a ride.”

“I thought you drove?” I ask as he climbs in without invitation.

“Nah the pretty, tall blonde I woke up with dropped me off. I can’t recall his name but he had the nicest ass and he paid for coffee.”

As I pull away and head towards Bones’s place to drop him off first, he gives me all the details of last night’s lay. I was considering at what point I should let him meet Willow but now I’m thinking I better not. I love him like a brother but he’s a player and I’m not sure if I trust him around Willow.

Even if he didn’t make a move on her, I still don’t like the thought of anyone even looking at her that’s not me.

The fact that there are people out there in the world that even know she exists pisses me off. I know it’s irrational. I can’t exactly kill everyone that’s ever looked at her, but fuck do I want to. Like a spoilt child, I want her all to myself and I plan on keeping it that way for as long as possible.